This was the crazy before the storm.
Every year summer swim team wears us out. Sometimes I feel like we are practically having to drag each other across the finish line to that very last swim meet of the year.
This year we had the big swim team banquet where they get their awards for the year and then our oldest had one final big meet. I knew going into that meet that it was going to mark the beginning of a very busy week and it did not disappoint.
Saturday we were all up at 6am and headed across town to a high school where the meet was being held. The number of people jammed into that school for the meet was unbelievable. We literally found a spot in a hall to plop down our camp chairs and tried to keep our legs out of the walkway. We only brought 4 chairs since we were trying to save space and the youngest Byrd literally sat where she could.
She had one race that day and then we packed it up and brought everything back home where we conquered the laundry (ha! not possible – I know).
The next morning we were all up early again but this time our oldest and I jumped in the car going back to the swim meet and Mr. Byrd took the youngest two to church with him. One more swim with two seconds off her final time (huge in swimming) and we were FINALLY done for now. Summer Swim league was done. It was time to party. And by party I mean it was time to pack the kids to spend a week with their grandparents.
Monday morning we pulled out of the driveway not long after sunrise and headed to the Dallas area. The kids jumped into my Mother-in-law’s car without a glance back at me while I got back in the car to head to meeting for Blog Elevated Conference.
Two meetings later, one at the amazing Messina Hof winery in Grapvine, Texas (with crazy thanks to Grapevine Convention and Visitors Bureau for pulling it all together), the Blog Elevated team stayed overnight at a hotel so we would be able to work for a few more hours. The only work that happened was my head hitting the world’s smallest pillow with the world’s loudest thud.
I was so tired at that point. It had been three days of go- g0- g0 with one more day ahead. Tuesday I had lunch with my sister, Laura, before participating in a full sightseeing tour of downtown Dallas. (By sightseeing I mean I got lost.)
If you’re still with me at this point you deserve a prize.
I somehow made it back to Houston in one piece only to have a quick dinner with Mr. Byrd before jumping onto #BlogElevated Twitter Chat and then falling asleep sitting up on the couch.
(If you’re wondering what Blog Elevated is and you’re a blogger, check it out here. If you’re not a blogger it’s just a community and conference for bloggers that I run.)
Wednesday was supposed to be my rest day. It turned out to be my “we have a problem with our gas and no hot water!” day.
Thursday was my throw every small and broken toy away while no kids are here to notice day followed by “why is there water dripping from our bathroom ceiling?” evening.
No rest for the weary.
Friday morning was my exhausted and emotionally broken breakdown (just to be truthful) before jumping back in the car to go pick up the kids.
And because we like crazy – picking up the kids in Ft. Worth wasn’t enough. No! We drove several more hours to the east to visit my dad and other sister, Debra.
It seems like a lot but in the end that time with my dad and family was exactly the rest I needed. In the rush of summer swim team and the life that comes with raising kids, I needed to get away from things and just laugh. One night without my computer, without a craft project to photograph, house issues to worry about, and just life to live was exactly what I needed.
My dad and Mr. Byrd talked through the water leak issue and came to a very easy fix that solved a million of my worrisome problems.
Sunday we did nothing but watch the Women’s World Cup, which was amazing.
The kids are home and the house is loud again. And of course I donated some toys that had not been touched in months but they have asked about nonstop since they got home.
Sunday afternoon the youngest asked me to work a puzzle with her. I told her to go get it, thinking it would maybe be a 50 piece puzzle. 5 minutes later she dumped a 300 piece puzzle on the table in front of me. Life is back to normal.
Sometimes we think it’s kids that drive us crazy but after this week I’m pretty sure the crazy would be here no matter how many kids are in the house. I think that I kinda happen to like the crazy storm. I’m pretty good at navigating it.